Craving Manga Novels & Stories

He plunged his tongue in and swept through Evan’s whole mouth, and he caressed everywhere he had missed so much. “Fuck!” he cursed inside him as he captured Evans’ nibble tongue. How long had he tasted this tongue, how long had he craved to kiss this little mouth, to suck the tongue crazily, to do more to the young man? He wanted him… he had always wanted him so much, but he had always been careful, holding himself back from pushing Evans down and sucking those pale lips. These past few days, whenever he was tired, he’d wish he could bury himself inside Evans, he’d wish he could have him, become one with him and hear him moan his name, but he also knew he couldn't.

Puffy eyes, coffee-stained shoes, and the expression of someone who had just been proposed to by a psychopath wearing her best friend’s face. I dropped into an empty seat near the window, clutching my boarding pass so tightly it crumpled in my fist. My heart was still racing, and my wolf wouldn’t stop pacing inside me, whining and howling inside my chest. Every step I took away from that corner felt heavier than the last, like invisible chains were trying to pull me back to him. ‘You slapped our mate.’ I clenched my jaw so hard it hurt. Shut up. I had barely managed to shut my wolf up when Mia’s voice crawled back into my head.

But the shine wore off fast—ripped away the day I came home and found her riding Finn on my bed. Whatever I’d felt before that moment died clean. So no, I don’t understand the appeal. I don’t understand the idea of chasing someone who’s made it very clear they don’t want you the same way you want them. I crave something else entirely. I want someone who comes unhinged at the thought of me. Someone who spirals when I touch them. Who trembles under my stare. I want madness. Possession. I want devotion. And lately, when I think of those things, it’s her face I see.

It drove me crazy in the best possible way, turning me into an addict for something I may probably never get again. "Fuck Kitten." He cursed against my skin, sounding almost as breathless as I was. "You're soaked for me." I threw my head onto his shoulders as he pumped his fingers in and out of me, keeping that slow hard pace. My world felt like it was been rippled apart, opening a part of me I never dared to explore. Why do forbidden things always taste so damn sweet? "Nick... don't stop." I pleaded, eliciting the softest groan from him.

“I need to cum. Please.” “Not good enough.” He licked me again, teasing. “Call me brother while you beg. Admit you want your stepbrother’s mouth on this greedy little cunt.” The shame burned through me, mixing with the heat until I couldn’t think straight. His fingers kept moving, slow and deep, keeping me right there. “I… I want it,” I gasped. “Please, brother… let me come. I need it so bad.” Damon groaned against me, the vibration shooting straight through my clit. “That’s my girl.”

After an almost a half hour of organizing stuffs, I decided to finally leave my office for some food. My stomach is craving for something to eat. Good thing that I brought my umbrella. It's raining outside. There is a canteen in this building but the food I want isn't there. Champorado (white rice with choco tablea and evaporated milk) is best comfort food during this kind of whether. I ate something salty earlier so now I want something sweet. There is a Coffee Shop near here that serving hot Champorado. "Good Afternoon, Atty. Zarmeda." The security guard greeted me warmly.

Cyrus continued, turning his head to a tablet. "About that," I interrupted. "I need to talk to you about something." His thick eyebrows came together, but he lowered his tablet. "Of course, Javi. I've been distant. What can I do for you?" I was quiet for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to put it. "Cravings. Bloodlust. Do you know anything about that?" Cyrus's golden eyes brightened. "That's what it is. That's why you look the way you do. You found them. Your amante de la sagre. Makes sense. You're still our father's son."

My mind was preoccupied with the thoughts of my baby girl. I got to my room and had a proper shower, the water ran all over me washing the sin of the morning, my glorious sin, something I’ll do all over again and again more than a thousand times without a shred of apology. The thoughts of her flooded my mind and I felt the need to touch her. My hands touched my waistline moving up to my boobs slowly while I thought of her, I remember the way I folded her boobs and how it felt small and soft in my hands, I squeezed mine gently, my hands moved down to my thighs slowly rubbing it just like I did her, I imagined she was there with me, her body pressed on mine in the steam then my hand reached fo

"I’m pretty sure my cock is begging for something to grab it." "Do you want to…" her voice breaks and she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth before letting it fall and it looks even more enticing than before. So damn red and alluring. I want to sink my teeth into it until I can almost taste her blood. Until it’s swollen and I can no longer feel mine moves against hers. "Do you want to maybe… maybe…" When Arabella realizes she doesn’t seem to be getting anywhere with her words, she sighs frustratingly and the next thing I know, the small image is no longer of her face but of her thighs. With two fingers pressed between her legs. Fuck. Sweet Jesus. Is she—

For it was this craving that led us to the greatest experiences of our lives, and we will carry it with us always. THE END